ev’rything but design

design... creativity... concepts...
lots of shallow and hollow words. our world gets no more experienced, no more acted upon... it gets designed now.
there are creative people everywhere, in every rat hole, everyone is a designer.
and the world looks worse and worse. there is no content anymore, there is only its packaging. we live among the very packages. oscar wilde was right: the first principle of life is to be artificial at all costs. what the second principle is, nobody has ever found out yet. we build up a wall around us with a little help from our friends, the designers. they set anonymous brick stones, one on top of another one, because design breeds new design. design is in need of design. and designers give birth to new designers.
and still... nobody has an idea about that poor second life principle...

children are presumably our future...

we tend to state: our children are our future. it’s more or less an illusion.
a few facts:
1. not everybody can have children nor he can afford any in an adoption way. will he be deprived of his future?
2. we come to this world alone and we’ll leave it also alone. no helper accompanies us in both cases. no joy nor mourning about those events is of any use to us.

there is more to it than that: beside the obvious and very common accidents we deliberately let the children be born because we’re subconsciously afraid of the future. we hope that our children will guarantee our old age privileges, that they'll earn enough to let us live a comfortable life we’re used to, and that they will take care of us in emergency cases. we invest in them now to protect us afterwards. we thus render ourselves inable to take the responsibility of our fate and we leave it in the end to our children instead.
we’re cowards and we fool ourselves we do anything for the future of mankind meaning to prolong our own petty existences.
the only thing we thus actually do is to undermine and to slow down our own spiritual evolution, to let others take command of our fates.

everybody acts his own role here. no other role is of any meaning to our real existence, the only one in this time and in this place...